Page 42 of Drawn By Dragonblood
Jon straightened, backed out of the refrigerator, beer in hand, and glanced at the doorway leading down to the lower floors. He lifted his head slightly as though sniffing, his focus on the stairwell that would lead him to me.
His cock thickened slightly between his thighs, and my heart skipped a beat. Was it possible the dragonblood inside him had begun heightening his senses from time spent surrounded by my scent? Did he feel the same tug toward me, the alpha who would dominate him yet lay the world at his feet?
I held my breath, but Jon eventually moved to the windows, peering into the dark sky, going from pane to pane. He donned a pair of shorts he grabbed off the floor and lounged in the corner of the end of the couch where he could keep watch on both the door beneath the stairs and the hallway opening at the top to the second-floor bedrooms.
He sipped his beer, gaze flitting from one to the other as though waiting for which of us would arrive first. His wife—or me.
I pulled on the clothing from my bag, uncaring of their rumpled appearance. Bag in hand, I slipped back into the hallway and made the trek up the stairs, my heart pounding and inner beast purring over my giving in to the need to be nearer to my beta.
A last check of my phone’s app revealed Jon still lounged on the couch, but his focus honed in on the door I stood behind, his nostrils slightly flared in awareness I was close by.
Simmering satisfaction coursed through me as I shut my phone off and hesitated a moment to tighten the leash on my dragon’s need to moan his delight.
Not only had my dragonblood drawn Jon to me, but it had without a doubt awakened his as well.
I pulled open the door and stepped into the kitchen.
Jon had already started my way, his blue-eyed gaze taking me in from head to toes, the desire swirling in his orbs not lost to me. The fact he wasn’t surprised to see me solidified my thoughts on how the ancient blood simmered in his veins with heightened awareness.
Want.
My hold on the beast within me slipped slightly, and I blinked to keep my eyes from shimmering, shifting to reveal that something more than human stood before my beta.
I dropped my bag on the island, and Jon came close, hand outstretched.
“Welcome home,” he said, a smirk on his lips and hunger in his stare.
I clasped his hand, and he yanked me in for my first ever bro-hug, his palm hot and possessive on my back, his chest pressed against mine.
His heart thrummed in time with the one beating beneath my breastbone.
My inner beast whimpered rather than raging to take what was ours.
Eyes closed, I breathed Jon in, the wildness of the outdoors on a crisp fall day soothing when I’d expected the explosive need to fuck to own my human form.
We lingered in our hug longer than was usual of acquaintances or even friends as though hesitant to put distance between us. Lust and longing filled both of our faces when we finally pulled back slightly. There was no way Jon didn’t feel the connection to me—didn’t see that he belonged to me.
He cleared his throat and stepped away, breaking all physical contact between us, leaving me cold and empty.
Dakota appeared at the top of the stairs, but I’d been so caught up in Jon that I hadn’t heard or scented her. Head down, she fumbled to undo one of the buttons on my shirts she wore. The cotton gaped across her breasts, and she lifted her head with a satisfied smile that quickly dissolved when she saw me and stumbled to a stop on the second step. The color leeched from her face. “Y-you’re home,” she sputtered, her voice breathless.
My dragon growled, a low note of pure need escaping my lips. Swallowing it down a second too late, I nodded. “I am.” Opposite of her reedy tone, my voice rumbled louder than I’d intended, my grasp on my dragon slipping as fire flooded through me.
A flush swept up over our female’s chest and neck, prettying her cheeks.
Lick.
Taste.
My gaze slid down over my shirt to where it caressed the tops of her knees. From our vantage point below, the apex of her thighs drew my focus, stiffening my half-swelled cock to the point of pain in a single heartbeat. Her sex was bare to me, the edges of her pink, swollen labia and the hint of her clit beneath its hood.
Breed.
I licked my lips, unable to keep back the beast’s groan rising unhindered from inside me.
Chapter 16
Dakota
